I think that possibly...Maybe, I'm falling for you.

The Moon's Lover

I am nocturnal because the sun is too bright.

In fact, the sun makes me sad…Makes me wait for the night.

I lie in my bed until the sun has deeply set.

And then I stay by my window—this is how we met.

Bathed in his beautiful, ominous glow,

I watch as the stars flutter and line in a row

To create an arrow that points only to him:

The man who I found while following a whim.

He’s gracious and cool and doesn’t expect a lot.

I guess he didn’t realize he’d ever be sought.

By a human, no less, on a planet nearby.

He’s framed quite perfectly, always in the sky.

I know I’m kind of crazy; one could even call me a loon.

But I’m quite sure I’ve fallen in love with the moon.

Ok, if you didn't read this aloud the first time through, I would suggest you do so on the second time around. I really like the sound of it aloud.

I wrote this cute little poem because I truly feel an odd connection to the moon. I've made it a habit over the past few nights to go out on my balcony and just stare at the moon for a few minutes before walking back in. I've been dying to write something about the moon; but it hasn't come to me until now.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!